Virtual Darkness

Ch103- Paint The Blood

Idol slowly rose up from his seat and walked to the exit of the restaurant. His face showed pure horror, seeing his friends die before his very eyes was the least he could expect to happen today. The sound of the trigger going off sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't cry because he ran out of them. He was speechless, so many thoughts rushing through his mind. What's even worse is that the blood of his friends was smeared all over his well-done face.

Idol finally arrived home but didn't yell out that he was home today. He didn't want to speak. He kept his mouth shut and entered his room without bothering anyone. Few hours go by and it was time for dinner. It seemed like he didn't even bother to change his clothes or even wash away the blood of his face. He sat down in his seat with saying anything to us. "Hey, Idol, when did you get home--"

"Is that blood on your face...?" Saviour interrupted Actor's question. Everyone, including me, who were just minding our own business, turned their attention to Idol. 

"I-I--" Idol tried to speak up but just broke down to tears. The three got up from their seats and ran to the crying man. "My only f-friends...they got s-shot today...in front of m-my eyes." Idol tried to gather up his words but only managed to stammer every word in the sentence. All four of us knew this day would eventually come and we came prepared. Saviour ordered Guardian and Actor to go and bring Father while I was instructed to bring--

"--a box of tissues? Seriously, I can be more of a help than that." I started an argument against Puppet for being looked down upon and having lower expectations on me. But I guess I was just overthinking the whole thing. "N-Now is not the time to fight, Dawktrap! Just bring them to me!" Puppet said frantically trying to calm Idol down as he didn't stop crying. He was so focused on him that he didn't even bother to look at me. I scoffed and went to grab them anyway. It took a while, but Father managed to be there in time. 

"My child, what is all this fuss about? You managed freak your brothers out!" Father crouched down to Idol's height, even though he was way taller than Father, but he was still said to be seated down in his chair. "Father...I killed t-them... I killed--"

"Your friends?"

"How did you--"

"I know. Father always knows." I really don't know why, but that line itself creeped us five. "Father, I-I don't know what to d-do! I shot my friends and I-I don't know how I'm gonna face the consequences. They died in front my eyes. Please tell me that they will be alright tomorrow. Please d-don't tell me this is the end!"

Father sighed and smacked his lips. "My dear, that is not how the world works. Once some is dead, they cannot be brought back. And I must say, I'm sorry that you had to experience such a horrible incident." he said as he threw a hug at Idol, which made him stop his wailing. "You are the reason why I'm alive..." Father whispered in his ears. My brothers awed at Father making Idol feel better. While me? My face recoiled in disgust. I might as well got cocky with the look of my Father actually bring a father  when he comforted him. Why him? Shouldn't that be me? Why would he hug him if he was acting like a crybaby? I clenched my fists, trying to show my anger. It wasn't fair, when Vanessa died, instead of comforting me about it, he hid the whole thing from me for a whole YEAR! Now I'm starting to think he's doesn't really care about me anymore..

I thought to myself and walked to my room without a word. Saviour saw me walking away, and tried to call out to me. Father put his hands over his shoulders. "Leave him be. I hope what he's doing is right for his future." 

I waited till it was time for us to go to bed. I grabbed a small knife from one of my drawers and walked to Idol's room. I quietly knocked on his door, to make I didn't cause anyone to wake up expect Idol. It didn't take a long time for him to open the door. I glanced at him. He looked like an absolute mess. His hair was standing up in crazy direction. It also seemed that he was wearing some makeup, which looked like it was ruined by crying. He yawned and strached his head. "Hey...Dawktrap? What are you doing at my door this late of an hour?"

"Ohh, nothing important. May I come in?"

"Sure..I guess." Idol opened the door for me without suspecting anything about my intentions.

[Hello! This is the author! I just wanted to say this real quick--I'll be going to vacation for atleast a week or so. So, I won't be typing out any of the chapters during that time period. I want to apologize for this inconvenience! I promise I'll be back in 6-7days and i will type out longer and bigger chapters, making sure I finish this fanfic by May. Thank you for your time! :D]